purpleeternaldoom

Love Is a paradox within itself. The more steps taken To free oneself from it The deeper one plunges Into the black darkness of longing

You have gone, my friend, but I have not. (Okay, maybe I went on a little lunch break.) As of yet, I have had another vision of you, stronger than the last. I shall now proceed to relate it to you. You shall find your world pure and satisfying. The Purtanians will establish several colonies in regions of Purtania Doomitus to cater to your mutual needs. You will name them Bombania, Bloodinkalus, Randomniessus, Deathiceron, and the last will be called Grape. The Happy Bunny People will attack when you least suspect it: upon the day of the Grape Festival. There will be a floating grape float representing the awesomeness of grapes. There will

I feel the power rising from the earth, swirling in my mind, but it is somewhat weak. My psychic ability is beckoning, waiting for something. The visions come... visions of blood, of war, and of death. Visions of you, dude, you. You will be deposited upon an eerie planet orbiting the triplet stars Apothecon, Limontalus, and Circumedes, where days are brief and nights are long and dark. Only once will all three suns appear at once in the same sky, and it is on this day you will come into existence. Upon the formation of the violet-tinted planet Purtania Doomitus, there will be a ripple in space and time, and you will materialize as the sole